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Oct 2020
Grown to embrace life,
but made to curb for unsaid toxins
of the boxes, you created nevertheless
without my consent nonetheless.

Dream's a sin without a cause,
for your blind thoughts
that will obstruct you from
the unknown glories yet to come.

While the walk's riddled
with dreams unfulfilled,
while souls wait hidden away,
for their pending justice one day.
nobody belongs to your type or boxes that you create. We're free thinking humans who have the right to take decisions for ourselves. Gender, race,past emotions etc, are never a reason to confine them to a stereotype. PERIOD.
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